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fandomtownies2019-01-10 03:11 pm
geniuswithasmartphone) wrote in fandomtownies2019-01-10 03:11 pm
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Luke's Diner, Thursday
Hardison walked into the diner to see the cook standing in the middle of the dining room, surrounded by painting supplies, and apparently no one else around.
"Uhhh...." Hardison asked, confused. "Do I even wanna know?"
The noise he made when the booth started talking was an embarrassing squeak he would deny until the end of days. "Camouflage body paint!" The booth said in the busboy's voice. "Cook's a fan!"
Peering closer, Hardison could see the outline of the busboy, his whole body painted over to blend seamlessly into the booth, the wall behind it, and the table that his upper body was resting on. "That's pretty good," Hardison admitted, taking in the illusion. "...An' also nasty. Look at you, wearin' just shorts in this booth where people eat. If Eliot were here, he'd fire all y'all. Go on, wash up, practice some other time, when you ain't around people tryna eat."
He sat down in another booth, shaking his head and muttering about hygiene as the busboy pulled himself up and flounced into the kitchen. "You're not wrong," said a nearby table in the dishwasher's voice.
Hardison put his head down.
Today's Specials
Pesto
Linguini in Clam Sauce
Berry Compote
[No OCD]
"Uhhh...." Hardison asked, confused. "Do I even wanna know?"
The noise he made when the booth started talking was an embarrassing squeak he would deny until the end of days. "Camouflage body paint!" The booth said in the busboy's voice. "Cook's a fan!"
Peering closer, Hardison could see the outline of the busboy, his whole body painted over to blend seamlessly into the booth, the wall behind it, and the table that his upper body was resting on. "That's pretty good," Hardison admitted, taking in the illusion. "...An' also nasty. Look at you, wearin' just shorts in this booth where people eat. If Eliot were here, he'd fire all y'all. Go on, wash up, practice some other time, when you ain't around people tryna eat."
He sat down in another booth, shaking his head and muttering about hygiene as the busboy pulled himself up and flounced into the kitchen. "You're not wrong," said a nearby table in the dishwasher's voice.
Hardison put his head down.
Pesto
Linguini in Clam Sauce
Berry Compote
[No OCD]